In The City of God, that great work of theology by the Doctor and Father of the Church, St. Augustine, Christianity is defended against the accusation that Rome was in decline because of Christians. I am ashamed, though, to admit that I have only read a little of it, and only an abridged version. Perhaps I shall make a study of it in depth someday, because I am convinced that we are quite literally reliving out today the fall of Rome.
I don’t think it is controversial to say that America is Rome. I went to school in Washington D.C., and one of the most striking features of that great city is its beautiful buildings. When you walk out through the streets of downtown D.C., and behold the monuments and mountainous facades in the neoclassical style, a feeling of national pride sweeps over your soul like a spring breeze. Indeed, the antiquity of the architecture demonstrates a kind of vital youthfulness. There are sculpted eagles and lions everywhere, like one is walking into a gigantic nursery room–or Church. Figurines as beautiful as Hercules and as strong as Venus populate archway after archway throughout the city, like so many toy dolls set up and still just for play.
Now, contrast the childlike sunshine and brightness of D.C. with your typical small-town drab bank or postoffice, and you get a glimpse into what I mean by the youthfulness of Washington, and the decrepitude of the rest of America. The oftentimes grotesque buildings formed in the modernist style as sleek as a kitchen knife that stabs your eyeballs with angular, jetting structures, usually with reflective surfaces to further bewilder the eyes, the rhythms and motion of which all urge toward a pointless point into an indifferent easterly or westerly sky, with no apparent intentionality at all, not unlike the political and social temperament at present.
The contrast made, we see that D.C. represents story, whereas the town represents science, or mere mathematical abstraction. The reason for this is simple enough—and there is a push to destroy the story-based architecture of D.C., which was already underway when I attended university there at The Catholic University of America, where beautiful buildings, Catholic buildings of refined American neoclassical, were being replaced by modernist glass and metal monstrosities—which is to replace the Christian and Westerner past with a new futuristic and faceless race. It is the attempt to rewrite history by defacement and replacement, by making the America feel remorse for her past (sound familiar?), that she may have no roots when planted in the desert to die. It is the same thing they (yes, they) did to the Roman Catholic Church. They are doing it today to America, because America is Rome.
It may come as no surprise to anyone reading this that I am not entirely convinced that we have a legitimate presidency or senate or house, that those who were “elected’ were not actually selected to be the representatives, that this nation of the people, by the people, for the people, has perished from the earth. We witnessed the treason before our eyes, the hours upon hours of eyewitness testimony to the effect that so many fraudulent votes had made a mockery of the election process and the sovereignty of the American people a farce at best and a tragedy at worst. My faith in the democratic process of this country is dead. Let me just say that to get out of the way any objections to what I may say next, which is, that we are obliged to love our country no matter how iniquitous it is—and America is very iniquitous—because of the fourth commandment. Just as we ought to love our father, even if he be an abusive drunkard, so we ought to love our fatherland, not on account of the abuses but because without our country we would not be at all.
The abuses, the totalitarianism and superstition of health, the economical oppression, and reconstructing of energy systems, all of it, are so many antics of the neo-Visigoths, be they Chinese or Russian, or some other nefarious nation of actors—like Israel, perhaps. They want us to hate America, because they hate America. They want us to be be ashamed of our past—which may, in many instances, be shameful. But they want us to live in perpetual mea culpa, using what little Christian virtue remains to the average American citizen to undermine citizenry itself. Divide and conquer has ever been the Enemy’s battle plan. It happened in the Church. It is happening now in America. And it is working, but not in my house. Just as we keep the Faith, so we keep the Flag in our home. We will celebrate the birthday of America by a barbecue of (ironically) German knockwurst sausages, French fries, good old fashioned cowboy baked beans, and a cheese cake (which actually originated in Rome), because, like the Catholic faith which unites all men in the bond of faith, America unites all men in the bond of nature and reason, insofar as she is able when not thwarted by her enemies.
I do not know when this all began. Perhaps it started with the ground-breaking of the first modernist postoffice. But just as I refuse to relinquish my inheritance of the Catholic Faith for some pottage of worldly comfort and conformity, so, too, I refuse to give up my American heritage on account of the usurpers and invaders. I am proud to be an American. I know there are those who are reading this who are not American. But I tell you, if I lived in another country, I’d be just as proud to be a Spaniard, or a German, or a Latvian. The point is not that America is great (or was great), and so I love her. Rather, she was great because she was loved. Nor should she be despised because she isn’t great anymore. Rather, we should love her more dearly, care for her more sweetly, hoist the flag higher, and salute Old Glory with tears in our eyes, not for what she is, but for what she might have been had she truly been a nation under God.